Thank You...

Time stands still

As your eyes peer into mine.

Being with you is such a thrill,

Better than any drug or wine.

Ever since you came along,

Your words have been my sweetest song.

Soothing me to no end

And I never once had to pretend.

You accept me as I am;

You're endlessly patient and kind;

You stuck by me always,

Even at times when I lose my mind.

I vow,

Here and now,

To always treat you right,

And never shall we fight.

You have shown me

How to put away my pride;

The countless times you made me see,

When you placed your own aside.

Thank you, for being mine every day;

Thank you for loving me in every way.

I will love you come what may,

I will love you 'till we're old and grey.

It Wasn't Real...

You hoped you wouldn’t be

Just another passing number to me.

You doubted my love for you,

You doubted if it was ever true.

Yet, you gave up at every opportunity,

Walked away with impunity.

Everything I did, you stared at in incredulity,

Yet, your own actions claimed immunity.

Never were you looking to

Live happily ever after with me.

If your words were ever true,

Then why share a room with every single guy you see.

You say I can’t handle a strong, independent woman,

I can’t handle hypocrites is what I say.

You decreed certain actions be outlawed,

Yet, you do them every single day.

Thank you,

You’ve set me free;

Your words were never true,

That much, now plain to see.

Dinner For Two(Part 1)...

At your door he arrives,

He said eight, but he's early.

You're curious and ask him why,

He says he missed you dearly.

Cheeky,

You can't help but smile and grin.

He opens his car door for you,

His hand ready to cushion your head as you get in.

Thankfully you get in fine.

The car frame didn't bump your head, great.

He gets in the driver's seat,

Now, begins the date.

You wonder where he'll bring you,

So you ask - "Where are we going?"

"It's a cute little Italian restaurant". He replies.

"That sounds nice". You say, almost glowing.

He starts asking about your day,

You tell him it was fine and ask about his.

He says "It's getting better with every passing second".
You didn't expect that, but feel you could get used to this.

Arriving at the restaurant,

He stops and alights at the front door;

Opens yours and helps you out,

You wonder how much more he has in store.

At your table, he prepares a chair for you to sit,

You tell him your order and he places it.

You think to yourself that the night is going swell,

Then you realise - he may be acting out the gentleman very well.

You tell yourself you'll wait and see.

If he's acting, he'll get tired somehow.

A crack in his facade is enough to show

Just what kind of a monster he can be.